She’s a diamond in the roughShe’s one of a kind, that’s for sureShe’s amazing from her head to her toesKind you see in the magazineShe’s one of thoseEverytime I have to go out of town (and leave her)I call her everyday just to tell her (I need her)But the last time that we talked and she thought I hung upShe clicked over and told another man it’s him that she loves

you can be my flower, let me be your sunhelp you grow, help you…when you make me shineyou can be my flowerlet me be your flower girlflower girl, i wanna be yeahlet me be your flower girli wanna be your flower girl

lying here in my bed, i can feel the sweet caressi can’t wait for what comes next… i’m soaking wetmy feel… up from this sweet loveit’s been 3… but we can’t stop nowthe greatest sex is going downand it’s your turn, i’m going down, downcause i just wanna please you, heyanything you ask i’ma do what i gotta doit’s all for you, yeah, yeahso pin me over and turn me aroundlet’s perform like i got a crowdtake control cause you the manand i’ll be screaming like i’m your fan

then i woke up, i realized it was my own hand between my thighsbut no one was here,i know it’s weird, guess i don’t mean no helpi just made the sweetest love to myselfi just made the sweetest love to myself

i’m confused what just went downhe was all in me but he ain’t aroundsitting here trying to figure outwho the hell has been in my asscan’t be a dream cause it feels so real… explain how it made me feelmy clothes on the floor, i woke up wanting more, mmmam i crazy, i don’t think you hear meall i know is tonight i had the greatest sex of my life

then i woke up, i realized it was my own hand between my thighsbut no one was here,i know it’s weird, guess i don’t mean no helpi just made the sweetest love to myselfi just made the sweetest love to myselfthen i woke up, i realized it was my own hand between my thighsbut no one was here,i know it’s weird, guess i don’t mean no helpi just made the sweetest love to myselfi just made the sweetest love to myselflove my, no hands, no hands, no handsi just made the sweetest love to myself, who, ohi just made the sweetest love to myselfi just made the sweetest love to myselfi just made the sweetest love to myself

[verse 1: drake]people around you should really have nothing to sayme, i’m just proud of the fact that you’ve done it your wayand the weekends here started it righteven if you only get part of it rightlive for today, plan for tomorrowparty tonight, party tonightdying to meet your girlfriendsthat you said you might bringif they’re the ones that tell you that you do the right thing

[bridge: drake]houston girls, love the way it goes downatlanta girls, love the way it goes downvegas girls, love the way it goes down

[hook: drake]but i gotta say, oh babe, oh babe, why is this so familiar?just may already feel like i know the real heryou must’ve done this before, this can’t be your first timewe must’ve been here before, it’s still fresh on my mindyou got that shit that somebody would look for but won’t findyou must’ve done this before, this can’t be your first time

[verse 2: drake]they keep telling me don’t save youif i ignore all that advicethen something isn’t rightthen who will i complain to?but the weekends here started it righteven if i only get part of it rightlive for today, plan for tomorrowparty tonight, party tonightyou got your guards up, i do too. there’s things we might discovercause you got a path and i do too, we’re perfect for each other

[bridge + hook]

[verse 3: lil wayne]cause to her i’m just a rapper, and soon she’ll have met anotherso if tonight’s an accident, tomorrow we’ll recoverand i know i’m not supposed to judge a book by its coveri don’t wanna be in the blind, but sometimes i stevie wonderabout her, and she with it if i’m with it, and i’m with iti know what makes her smile, but i won’t know what makes her differentor should i just be realistic? lipstick on the glassi know this ain’t your first, but it’s better than your last.tunechi

[gucci mane]hey how you doin’, ms. lady? you so fine with iti know you handlin’ business, can i get your 5 minutes?don’t be offended by me telling you you thick with itwit all that shake, can a player get some fries with it?wit all that shake, can a player get some fries with it?wit all that shake, can a player get some fries with it?don’t be offended when i tell you that you’re very prettywit all that shake, can a player get some fries with it?‘s gucci

[ludacris - verse 1]that waist got a swivel to itbut that ass a cali earthquake jiggle to itshe a stallion, no horseshityou could fit that bitch’s booty on a forkliftbeep! beep! bitch back it upi put my balls on the table, tell her rack ‘em upvanilla bed sheets, chocolate laid one waysprinkle my nuts on top — what a sundae, heywhipped cream cherry on topand when i ain’t wit’ her, p-ssy on lockthrow away the key, it’s a rap bitch!large shake and a ludacris sandwich

[hook]

[gucci mane]yo, mama turned out, she so popularyou suckers can’t see her with binocularsshe’ll suck your pocket dry like draculaher last boyfriend bought her an acuradon’t try to get all attached to hershe an alley-cat type — that chick’ll scratch you uplike bel biv devoe said, “she’s dangerous”her old man used to snort angel dustso, don’t be quick to judge, shorty bad as f-ckshe’s the type that drive back with the bricks for bucksshe had a ballplayer dude but she f-cked him uphe bankrupt, selling cars like an auctionerit’s gucci

[hook]

[ludacris]i’ve got a sausage for them hot cakesand i be f-ckin’ while you niggas out on hot datesyou all polite and open doors for herwhile every night i put that blanket on the floor for herthese hoes be sprintin’ like it’s track ‘n’ fieldbecause this supersize dick is their happy mealso for an extra value woodyput this big mac into that quarter-pound p-ssy, yes!it’s ludacris “mr. slay-a-bitch”unless that p-ssy is smelling like a filet-o-fishshoo fly, ho! kick the bucketand niggas talking shit i bust ‘em in their chicken nugget

[chorus]i don’t think they know the time (x5)heard the streets f-cked up, i can see the signheard they going for the 30 straighti can’t lie, man that shit got me 38red hot, on fireglass pot, on firered dot, on fire5 shots, on fire

[young jeezy – verse 1]ooh oh, your boy backand he way to flashy, got my toys backnigga i just left the lot, i aint come to playhe pull me from my dealer tag, f-ck you trying to sayknow some niggas doing 10, blame it on the yayclip hold half a hundred, blame it on the kstill the realest nigga any, these niggas cb4this is f-ck a nigga records, and i’m the ceogot them stack long and wide, like some lego blockssay you need a real home, this my lego spotyou ever seen so much money in a duffle bag?soon as you open up the ship, the bitch will double brag

[chorus]i don’t think they know the timeheard the streets f-cked up, i can see the signheard they going for the 30 straighti can’t lie, man that shit got me 38red hot, on fireglass pot, on firered dot, on fire5 shots, on fire

[young jeezy – verse 2]i’m in that purple lam’, looking like some dirty spritecatch them bastards with them birds, yeah that rowdy whitewhere i’m from them things hot, and that talk is cheapand aint nobody hearing shit, cause they trying to eatall they can eat, buffet stylenigga selling anything, buffet wilddb9 stupid grill, yeah that overbiteneed me 9 stupid deals, this shit is overpricedgot it vacuum sealed up, that’s the hide the scentso much that if they pull you over, smell it through the ventif them people hit them lights, i be a nervous wreckwhen you don’t fear nothing but the lights, now that’s a nervous check

[chorus]i don’t think they know the time (x5)heard the streets f-cked up, i can see the signheard they going for the 30 straighti can’t lie, man that shit got me 38red hot, on fireglass pot, on firered dot, on fire5 shots, on fire

[beyonce]i may be young, but i’m readyto give you all my lovei told my girls you can get itdon’t slow it down, just let it go

so in lovei’ll give it all awayjust don’t tell nobody tomorrowso tonight,i’ll do it every wayspeakers knockin’ til the morning light

cause we like to party (hey, hey, hey, hey, hey)cause we like to party (hey, hey, hey, hey, hey)cause we like to party

your touch is driving me crazyi can’t explain the way i feeltuck down with the radio onand the night belong to usjust hold me close, don’t let me go

so in lovei don’t care what they sayi don’t care if they talking tomorrowcause tonight’s the night, uh, uh, uh oohthat i give you everythingmusic knockin’ ’til the morning light

[j. cole]we out in abu dhabi, we like to partywe don’t cause trouble, we just ride bugattibad chicks, shawty, sorta resemble sadeimported her in from raleighand pulled up into the valetthe boy dropped the keys tryna sneak-a-peek at that bodysee this that time of the week, she like freak a leak and get naughtytherefore i like to thank god and ice cube for fridaycause la-di-da-di… (we like to party)

[beyonce]so in lovei’ll give it all awayjust don’t tell nobody tomorrowcause tonight’s the nightthat i give you everythingmusic knockin’ ’til the morning light

cause we like to party, hey, hey, hey, hey, heycause we like to party, hey, hey, hey, hey, heycause we like to party